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"Master, your injuries are too grave, far too grave," the giant dragon Amen's powerful voice was extremely melancholic as it echoed in Meno's mind. Although the dragon knew this was just an avatar, it still felt pained by his master's current state.
"Be silent, Amen. I told you what I would do all those years ago. If this is the price, so be it. At least I got to awaken my daughter's powers and leave my boy his gift," Meno tried to smile but ended up coughing up mouthfuls of blood corroded with black force, "I even left that bastard a surprise he won't ever forget. One he will foolishly cherish instead. He still thinks his plan is working. I'm sure the Dark Counsel will believe otherwise, hehe..."
"You laugh, but what will the Dark Counsel do to that child once they learn of the truth?" Amen asked anxiously.
"They can't do anything to her! I'll make certain of that, don't you worry," Meno said confidently before enduring a fit of coughing. "She will be fine as long as her mother is fine."
At that moment, Meno felt a subtle feeling sneak past him as if convinced it could not be perceived. Meno looked at Amen, who immediately understood his thoughts. The big man immediately started to bluster nonsense.
"That woman..." Amen was incensed. The temperature of his body and the surroundings instantly shot up by nearly 800 degrees, "To be living so cozy with that traitor! How dare she?! Kiya loves him, Brother Meno! She gives herself to this man with glee! She carries his devil's seed! We should slaughter them both before taking the young master and young mistress and leaving."
"Silence." Meno's voice became dreadfully cold, startling Amen greatly as the latter fell silent. All though he knew this was a ruse, the majesty and frustration in his master's voice were genuine. Meno sneered and said, "What is his and what is mine will always be blurred. This man is the bane of my existence. Do you think I would allow myself to be bested by him in direct confrontation? He can only plot and scheme behind my back."
Brother Meno's tone this time brokered absolutely no room for debate. Amen fell silent, for he did not dare to upset his injured master any further. That subtle feeling disappeared momentarily, seemingly satisfied with whatever it discovered.
Meno sighed before speaking again, "Do not forget how unfair I have been to her, Amenophis. I have already informed her of the truth in its entirety. It is natural for her to hate me a lot right now. She must feel so lost and confused after knowing the reality of her current life and the circumstances of our old life together. Even before, I only told her part of the truth. This time, she knows it all. The depths of my betrayal... I had no choice, as these were the directives of the clan."
"Brother Meno," Amen was started by his master's tone and words. "This king has never seen master so...emotional." Meno just chuckled lightly. He understood best that volosarians didn't have a wide range or depth of most emotions.
"She was a wonderful wife, Amen. I never imagined I would truly love her. I didn't believe I was capable of such a sentiment. I didn't deserve her. She did not ask for this torturous existence, nor does she deserve it. However, if we can produce some results, perhaps she will be a part of something greater. Her primal twin remained untainted, accompanying my true self. This was perhaps my compensation to her. Alas, who knows what the future holds..."
Meno stared off towards the east, where the sun began rising. He spoke softly as if speaking to himself, "Do you know how it feels to have no one to trust but two to protect?"
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"No," Meno paused, seeming thoughtful. He smiled wryly and continued, "It should be three now. After all, no matter what another's claim may be, that child in her belly is her own. She should know it all. Whether she believes in my plan or not... is independent of me. Fate will decide our future, while she herself shall decide her role. We can already be considered to be divorced. She is already free to do as she desires.
"Her decision will not affect the plan, only our children's potential benefits and losses. What I have created this time could possibly ruin the infinite chaos. However, it could also be the key to a golden era. It remains to be seen..."
"I do not believe her to be loyal or competent enough to complete such an insane and lofty plan," Amen was utterly against his master's plan, but what could he do other than complain? Even if they were as close as brothers and connected by bloodline, it didn't matter. By nature, one was the master, and one was the servant. Amen knew his role and accepted it with all his heart. "I fear we have gone too far. Things have spiraled out of control. This is beyond self-sacrifice. I can only hope that's true. For if it is not such a sentiment, then what does that truly make her?"
"Do not speak ill of my arcania, friend. She is still the mother of my children, the continuation of my lifeblood. All that she currently faces has been well within the range of my calculations," Meno sighed heavily and tilted his head toward the sky. "This is my sin."
"Continuation..." the mighty true dragon grumbled deeply in thought. He seemed to have thought of something, "So then, you have decided? That's very daring. I find it illogical."
"Indeed, it can be called so. Take care of the boy. You must guide him, Amen. He must find me. The sooner, the better. No matter how he feels about me, it can absolutely not be after he is 20 years old." Meno said seriously. He rubbed the giant dragon's head and grinned, "With both of your help, it wouldn't be hard to send another avatar into this world."
"Fine." Amen's powerful voice rumbled from underneath Brother Meno, "I will support the young master with everything I have until the destined time approaches. However, with the vast and powerful twilight formations in this hidden constellation, it is unlikely that I can influence his fate. After all, this incarnation only possessed 40 percent of my draconic essence. The world curse has further suppressed this. The power of that judgment bolt from the heavenly twilight boundary... its just powerful enough to kill anyone suppressed by that curse. Diabolical. Those old timers are all playing a big chess game. The young master will surely attract their ire long before we can achieve success. Let us find the child immediately."
"You're far too pessimistic, Amen. Most of them are my subordinates. We may not currently see eye to eye, but they will not target my son or nephew." Meno replied indifferently. "Let's go."
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In a luxury estate on the outskirts of a bustling little city, late in the evening, a young man in white sat in his mansion foyer reading the paper. He snickered darkly every now and then, his he enjoyed the article. It was titled "DRAGON BEAST SKELETON IN DISASTER COUNTY!" Whatever was written in the article seemed to satiate the man's dark humor quite well. His brow suddenly furrowed as he heard rapid footsteps and clamoring coming from the upper floors.
"It's time for bed, you dirty mutts! Don't make me have to come up there!" the man bellowed in annoyance. He looked in another direction before yelling again, "Kiya! Put them down immediately!"
"Yes, darling!" a voice rang out from the kitchens, and a heart-stoppingly beautiful woman wearing naught but a large apron dashed past the man to the staircase.
The young man was stunned by the amazing view and temporarily forgot about his frustration and the article. As naughty thoughts clouded his mind, he quickly got up, changed out of his suit, and washed up...
"Kids, you know your step-father's trying to relax. It's time for bed, okay?" Up on the third floor, Kiya had already wrestled her rascals and subdued them in her son's room. Her voice sounded so sweet to them as she spoke that it couldn't be considered stern, "What is all this fuss about? You know what time to go to bed."
"Lucky can't sleep, Mom," the little girl protested cutely, cozying up to her mother's leg. "You should tell us a bedtime story like you used to do..."
"Oh, Phubear." Kiya's eyes suddenly flashed with a reminiscent light, greatly exciting her daughter. "Okay. I can tell one or two tonight. Why not..."
"Yeah!" both the little girl and boy cheered in infinite excitement when they heard this.
How long had it been since their mother told a story? While the little girl could still remember them all verbatim, the little boy barely remembered hearing them. This was due to their difference in ages.
"Okay, so tonight I'll tell you about the Goddess and her Lucky Star," Kiya picked up her baby boy as she spoke, making the child's eyes shine as he hugged her neck.
"Mommy, can you tell it slow?" the baby boy whined from his mother's embrace, making her hurt both break and fill with warmth.
Her little man had become so articulate. Wasn't he still very little? Myracle definitely couldn't speak so well at his age. Shouldn't she be diligently teaching such a smart child at this time? Why was she so unattentive? Was it because Marc demanded so much of her as a wife? How was that acceptable?
Kiya's face suddenly paled as she clenched her head and winced in pain.
"Mommy!" the little boy immediately panicked thinking he had broken his mother again.
"Mom!" The little girl also called out in alarm, seemingly recognizing this reaction from her mother as well.
"Kiya!" Marc's voice suddenly echoed up from the lower floors. "Come take a bath with this husband. It's waiting for you."
Myracle grimaced and was about to shout back, but her mother suddenly grabbed her hand. The little girl looked up and saw a single tear in her mother's beautiful sapphire eyes. She mouthed two words to the little girl, that shook her soul.
"I'm sorry..."